How come the blacks, how come they copy you so good?They get off on you, so ?If you wanna make itYoung man you gotta make somebody comeCome out of your black [x2] and strongBlack! Strong! Black!

Jesus it's cold in this room, it's really coldYou know I never told you about this, but there's one guySomebody I really love, he's never aroundWell he was taking things that could be alright, that could be niceAnd make him ugly, so damn uglyAnd we put out the lights on themYeah, we'd make it dark, we put out the lights....on themIt's idiots like you that screw me upI know there's nothing to youAnd I don't know why I treat you so kindCome down and dance with me, dance with meYou got nobody left but meOh accept me, don't reject me, don't forget meMamma, what colour will the lights be? Will they turn blue on me? [x2]Mamma, I shot myself up, woh mamma, I shot myself up, up, up, mammaUp down, up down mammaOh oh oh oh oh mammaI didn't know what I was doing, I didn't mean to, but I did it, I shot myself upMamma I shot myself!